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[needsahandjob]

[what with all the truth going on and the subconscious explorations you must all be really tired, right?  Perhaps there is sleeping in beds, perhaps there is sleeping in someone else's bed.

because you see, this is a bedninja post and maybe you are now in someone else's bed, or they are now in yours. :')]

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[godwinner]

[ what are all these sheets ]

[godwinner]

[ doesn't whisper, but keeps his voice low ]

It wasn't raining when I went to sleep.

[ he pulls away from you to sit up fully, drawing his legs up to rest his arms over his knees and generally minimise contact with the bed. ]

[mind_over_metal]

*straightening out the top half of his body to lay flat on his back again as he waves a hand in a vague direction of somewhere to the right in the dark cabin*

There's a couple of old T-shirts in the dresser over there, second drawer down. I think they're pretty stretched out, they should fit you.

......pants. All right, um... well. Top drawer, there's another pair of pajama bottoms that will be ridiculously short on you, but they're dry.

[godwinner]

[ reaches up to pull his damp undershirt over his head, then runs a hand through his wet hair to straighten it. he swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands in one smooth motion.

you'll hear the sound of feet on the floor, then drawers opening. and if you're wondering, yes, he is going to strip out of those wet pants right where he is. ]

[mind_over_metal]

*.....thank you for being naked in my cabin, Erik. though the darkness that fills the cabin in the middle of night means that, well, what's the use of wonderin'? (he can hear what he's doing.)

meanwhile, Charles sits himself up and starts checking out the state of his bed with a frown. the top sheet isn't that bad since Erik apparently hates sheets and shoved it down toward the bottom of the bed, but there's a pretty good wet spot where Erik had been laying. to say nothing of...*

Could you please toss me over a dry shirt as well?

[godwinner]

[ a pause, then a drawer opening and closing again, and he comes near to the bed again to pass you one of the T-shirts. his own damp clothes are clenched in one hand, and he sits down on the edge of the bed -- where it's still dry -- eyes closed with simple tiredness and listening to the rain on the roof. ]

I'll go as soon as it lets up.

[mind_over_metal]

*a snatch of a new song flits through Charles's mind along with the feeling of a polite "thank you" that doesn't quite make it into words as he takes the dry shirt, drops it into his lap as he unbuttons his pajama top, resists the old habit of just tossing the discarded clothing onto the floor (and instead shoves it toward the foot of the bed), and pulls the T-shirt on over his head.*

You're tired.

[godwinner]

[ the barest hint of a smile, more in his mind than on his face, at the fragment of music, filtered through Charles' experience of it ]

It's the middle of the night.

[mind_over_metal]

*...well, that's a little embarrassing, being so... leaky.*

You needn't wait up.

[godwinner]

I should just sleep wherever this place sees fit to put me?

[ yeah, someone's being a grumpypants. that mind-tap has definitely worn off. and where he ended up has nothing to do with it. nothing. ]

[mind_over_metal]

You have no idea when this storm will end. There's no reason for you not to get some rest.

[godwinner]

[ he'd almost rather his hammock even with the rain.

he wearily contemplates the floor. ]

[mind_over_metal]

Why are you even... There's spare beds. They aren't made, but you obviously don't care for sheets anyways.

[godwinner]

No, there aren't.

[mind_over_metal]

Yes, there... are?

[godwinner]

Charles, there are no other beds in this room.